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[4/25/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] *Garrett arrives in Boston, and Dodger picks him up from the hospital. Later they discuss CBT.
[5/26/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] Coyote contacts Garrett, warns him about Dodger, and offers a few resources if he needs an escape.
[5/28/21 - DAY 2 (4/26)] Garrett and Dodger argue about Dodger refusing to defuse his door bombs. Later, Dodger tries bottoming and Garrett gets a chastity device.
[6/22/21 - DAY 3 (4/27)] Garrett earns his way out of the cock cage with knifeplay. Dodger leaves afterward and comes back bruised and bloody.
- Dodger carves a protection rune into Garrett's chest.
- Dodger bottoms again, featuring post-orgasm torture.
[7/16/21 - DAY 4 (4/28)] *Garrett wakes Dodger up with sex. Dodger is a big bossy brat and proceeds to prematurely ejaculate.
- Dodger tries to answer his phone mid-sex.
- They argue about adopting out the dogs.
- Dodger introduces the demon fleshlight. It spirals into violent, bloody sex.
- They have an after-sex feelings jam, and softer aftercare sex.
[8/3/21 - DAY 17 (5/11)] Garrett blindfolds Dodger and tops him to handle the frustration of being caged.
- Dodger starts up a struggle for dominance halfway through, and wins.
- Afterward, Dodger teases Garrett briefly before they have sex in the shower.
- Garrett safe-words during sex, and they pivot to softer (?) sex in bed, before Dodger locks Garrett in the closet overnight.
[8/4/21 - DAY 15? (5/9)] Garrett meets Marina, and introduces her to Max.
[8/19/21 - DAY 18 (5/12)] Dodger wakes Garrett up with gender-swapped sex, although he really overshot the 'kink' factor of the closet.
- They talk briefly about Garrett's new apartment, and Dodger changes the subject by inviting him on a coffee date.
- Garrett gets restless, and Dodger takes him on an impromptu trip into rural Mass. On the way Garrett heals Dodger's wrist scars.
- Dodger screws Garrett against the hood of a rental car he stole at gunpoint.
[9/2/21 - DAY 20 (5/14)] Garrett and Coyote talk about job-hunting, and Coyote updates him on Marina and Max.
[9/14/21 - DAY 21 (5/15)] Dodger pushes Garrett into gender-swapping, so he can take her out to dinner and be lovey in public.
- Dodger starts fingering Garrett under the table during dinner, and slips in a little of his feeder kink.
- They screw in the car on the way home, and keep going at home. Dodger tries out tail-fucking Garrett.
[10/6/21 - DAY 29 (5/23)] Garrett sees texts from Jason on Dodger's phone, and they argue after both taking truth serum.
- They discuss Garrett's suicide, and Dodger shares his fears about it. They also talk about therapy for Dodger.
- They argue about Dodger's drive to keep Garrett locked away for his own safety. Garrett leaves to move into his new apartment.
- Garrett texts Coyote the next morning to talk about possibly working for Dana's group.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] Garrett meets Dana, they briefly discuss his new job and then go off to spar together.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] *Garrett and Dodger sext to smooth over the rough night before.
- Dodger agrees for Garrett to meet his friends, and talks a bit about them and his role at Atlas.
- Garrett doms Dodger, until Dodger uses his safeword.
- They discuss the sex contract again, and get worked up enough to go back to screwing.
[11/12/21 - DAY 57 (6/20)] Dodger takes Garrett on a plane ride to meet Augustine in New York.
[AUGUSTINE - 1/17/22 - DAY 57 (6/20)] *Dodger and Garrett meet up with Augustine, who feels Garrett up before dismissing her for their business meeting.
- Afterward, Augustine catches them being cute at the hotel bar.
- They meet up with Scotty and Jazzlyn at a fancy Chinese restaurant.
- Dodger has to step out after Scotty and Jazzlyn leave, leaving Garrett alone with Augustine.
- They go back to their hotel room, and have make-up sex with a vibrator involved.
- Garrett heals Dodger's back scars, and they talk about his tattoos. Garrett marks his territory.
[2/1/22 - DAY 58 (6/21)] Dodger and Garrett head home from New York, screw on a plane and then again at home.
[PALO - 2/11/22 - DAY 75-76 (7/8-7/9)] Dodger finally introduces Garrett to his friends, so they can do coke and play Poker.
- Palo corners Garrett to be territorial over Dodger.
- Dodger and friends start betting on who gets to use Garrett's mouth. Palo nearly kills Garrett, twice.
- The next morning, Dodger does his best to make up for the night before, with romance and foreplay.
- Dodger almost immediately ruins it by going fully overboard with 'kink'.
- Garrett gets his revenge by topping Dodger, and afterward they argue about Dodger not being able to admit he fucked up.
[BREAK-UP - 3/24/22 - DAY 83 (7/16)] Dodger takes Garrett out to eat, but gets interrupted by a run-in with Dana.
[3/29/22 - DAY 80 (7/13)] Dodger and Garrett get into an argument over text, after which Dodger gets drunk and rapes him.

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For the first time, Garrett actually wakes up first. It's an unusual waking: happy and well-rested for the first time in he doesn't even know how long. His morning wood reminds him keenly of how differently yesterday's beginning was. It's a relief to be free like this compared to the extreme discomfort of waking to his cock straining against a tiny cage, denied even that simple involuntary reflex. He opens the nightstand drawer for no particular reason and reaches in- yes, there it is: the cage. Small, cold steel taunting him with cruel memories. With thoughts of the cage rolling around his head, Garrett starts to touch himself and quickly goes well past anything resembling a normal morning hard-on until he's too aroused to stand it.

Cock rock-hard and chest heaving, Garrett looks around at his lover, still sleeping with a predictably hard-on. After a moment's thought, he shoves the cage back into the drawer and half-closes it impatiently, seeming to come to a decision.

Well. If Dodger can wake him up with sex, Garrett can damn well do the same. With a quick spell and a couple minutes he fingers himself open just enough. Once he's ready he snuggles back against Dodger, reaching behind himself to line up Dodger's cock with his needy hole, and works himself onto Dodger's cock with a low, greedy moan.

Dodger doesn't remember the last time he slept so well sober. Well, mostly sober. Slightly drunk, completely fucked-out and blissed-out. Exhausted from installing a fingerprint scanner into a wooden door. He'd been all too happy to curl up in Garrett's arms and pass out.

That said, he's never been a particularly hard sleeper. He feels movement in the bleach edges of his consciousness, knows Garrett has started waking up. He can feel his cock eager to start the day, but he's perfectly happy to lay still anyway. Until he feels something pressing onto it, the unmistakeable feeling of entering Garrett's body.

He cracks an eye open, and shifts just enough to give Garrett a little more room to get closer.

"What are you doing." It comes out gravelly and a little slurred, but he's not telling him to stop.

He doesn't answer right away. The scant preparation wasn't quite enough to fully get him ready to take a cock this big, and Garrett is focused on breathing, patience, and the careful balance between staying relaxed and being able to keep moving backwards. Slowly.

Which he does. Garrett keeps moving, little by little, pausing to rock his hips slightly, working his ass onto Dodger's cock. With a cock like this, patience is key. As it is, the stretch is so intense that he sounds a little dizzied when he does answer.

"Good morning, love," he breathes, moaning softly at how stretched and full he already feels, not even halfway through. "Fuck me?"

Dodger would huff and roll his eyes, if this didn't already feel so good. Okay, there's still a huff. Because honestly... Although somewhere in there, he's a little surprised Garrett wanted to bottom for surprise morning sex.

"Your wish is my command." He grumbles, his hands slipping down to Garrett's hips.

He rolls them over, pinning Garrett down on his stomach so he can get some proper leverage. He manages to stay in, but he takes his time to move slow and shallow as he settles into it. He presses close to the older man, planting kisses along his shoulder as he moves.

"What's got you all frisky this morning?"

Garrett sprawls out underneath Dodger with a sigh, letting a long moan slip out as Dodger sinks his cock deeper inside. The slow feeling of Dodger filling him up, patient and careful but so thick he can hardly think, takes his breath away. After a moment he actually draws one knee up to allow the man better and deeper access.

"En-enjoying getting to actually... use my cock when I wake up," he sighs, shivering under those warm kisses. It's more of an admission than he intended, but doesn't care. "Oh my god."

Dodger hums contentedly as he sinks in deeper, and that lifted leg gives him a chance to reach around and run his hand over Garrett's own impressive cock. His lips wander up to Garrett's neck, and when he speaks it's growled softly into Garrett's ear.

"Could've put it to real use. If you wanted."

He doesn't know if he could back that claim up. But it's fun to pretend, to paint over his insecurities just like in every other part of his life.

Garrett gasps and twists his hands in the sheets, a shiver chasing down his spine from the lips on his neck and that delicious growl that lights a fire in his stomach.

"I wanted you," he keens, arching his back a little to try and press his ass back onto that cock. "Ohhh fuck, I want your cock."

"You're such a slut." Dodger laughs, warm and husky, followed by a sudden jerk of his hips.

He pushes the rest of the way into him, pausing for a few moments to let them both adjust. When he finally moves it's a bit too early to be fully comfortable, but he sticks to slow and shallow movements, building his way up to a proper rhythm.

"I could get used to waking up like this, though."

Any answer cuts off with a sharp sort of yip, quickly melting into a hungry whine. He's so fucking full that he can't breathe; surely he's too full of cock to even have room for air in his body- he's too full to have room for anything other than Dodger. Even the slow, gentle motions with which Dodger fucks him have Garrett moaning into the mattress with every languid thrust.

"Yes," he breathes. "Taking me first thing in the morning. Like a- reminder- of." Fuck, talking is hard, and they've barely gotten started. "Who I belong to."

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"Mmm, yeah?" Dodger grins, adding in a sudden deep thrust, "Good. Seems like you could use a reminder after last night."

His teeth graze along Garrett's shoulder, and his hand tightens around his cock as he thrusts into him. He tries to time it well, to trap Garrett between his hand and his cock as he fucks him gently.

The sudden shock of Dodger driving in deep layers over the man's low purr in his ear, so sweetly domineering that Garrett fucking melts. A low moan slips out from the heat and tiny sting of almost-pain from Dodger's mouth, gentle and sharp and perfect for this early morning softness. Dodger has him well and truly trapped, rocking Garrett into that tight grip around his cock with every thrust for gentle strokes that make him want to scream.

It's too much. It's barely anything, and it almost feels like it's too much. Garrett turns his head and looks back, seeking Dodger out needily in search of kisses while keening softly with every thrust.

Dodger guides Garrett into that kiss, answering it eagerly and gripping him by the beard to keep him in place. It's a gesture that's needy as much as it's assertive, as if to enforce that Garrett is his, and only his.

It's only a few moments of this before he releases his hold, and pulls out.

"Fuck, roll over. I want you on your back, I want you to look at me."

The kiss is absolutely perfect: a balance of dominating and tender, an intimate gesture that holds him fast with a tight grip. For a few moments, he's in absolute bliss.

Then Dodger pulls out, leaving him bereft. Garrett buries his face in the pillow and groans.

"It's too early," he gripes. "I haven't stretched. I can't do missionary before my morning run."

Dodger huffs softly, sliding his hands up to Garrett's shoulders. He tries to guide him onto his back, but he's careful not to force it.

"Thought you liked me leaving you sore." He cocks his head to the side, giving his best puppy eyes. "Please?"

Garrett concedes only to turn onto his side, twisting around just enough to look up at Dodger with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not that flexible this early," he complains again, a little weaker. "You like leaving me sore more than I do. Making me sore, hurting me, biting me, putting my cock in a cage..."

That last one didn't really fit with the rest of the list- proof of where his mind keeps wandering.

Dodger huffs softly and shifts his weight, running his hand along Garrett's leg. Sliding it underneath, as if to gently reinforce that he wants them spread open.

"You're really dampening the mood here." There's still an affectionate smile on his face, even if it's got an undercurrent of frustration. "Come on, I just want to see your face while I'm fucking you."

His final protest dies with the touch of that gentle hand; he turns over properly and lets his legs fall open, spread wide for his lover. Garrett winds his arms around Dodger's neck and brings him down for a deep, slow kiss.

It's perfect. Gentle, soft, intimate. He almost doesn't want to break it- but does just enough to grab a pillow and pull it closer.

Dodger's grin returns in full, now that he has his way. His hands go to Garrett's thighs while they kiss, grasping them softly and gently pressing them further apart. See, he's helping Garrett stretch.

He pulls Garrett a bit closer by his hips, so he can grind his cock slowly into the older man's ass. All the while he presses soft kisses to Garrett's lips, mixing in a few grazes of his teeth.

"You're perfect, y'know that?"

The gentle stretching doesn't escape Garrett's notice- and honestly, he appreciates it. It would be so easy to spread him wide and pin him down, but this is much softer. The softness goes well with the sleepy morning and gentle kisses, and when Dodger's cock grinds against his ass, Garrett shivers slightly, rocking his hips against that hard length with quiet thanks for the pillow under his ass that gives him the leverage.

Garrett nips Dodger's lip sharply, just to be a shit. "Only when I'm doing what you want."

That nip draws a laugh out of him, and Dodger's next kiss is just aggressive enough to put Garrett back in his place. He wants to take it slow, making sure to stretch Garrett's legs gently as his attentions get heavier. As much as he complains, he doesn't want to wrench anything when he gets back inside the man.

"All the more reason to keep listening to me."

Once he's relatively satisfied he pulls back a bit, just enough that he can line himself up with Garrett's greedy hole and push himself back in. As far as he can get in, and then another thrust or two until he can bottom out.

Instead of making him want to fight back, the aggression is almost soothing, letting him settle back into his place underneath Dodger. His eyes are lidded and sultry, distant and just a little dreamy as he looks up at the younger man and murmurs, "Yes, sir."

Once he realizes what Dodger is doing with his legs, Garrett starts to breathe in time, as if he were stretching in the gym, and before he knows it he's spread as open as ever, ready for the cock that pushes inside him. Garrett moans and grips Dodger's shoulders for anchor, hips canting up to meet the other as he fucks him.

"Oh god," he sighs, nails digging into Dodger's biceps. "That's so good, I-"

Dodger bites his lip to hold in a moan, less from the feeling of it and more from knowing how pleasurable it is for Garrett. Something about that sparks in just the right way, so much better than just getting his own fix.

The nails on his arms pull a hiss from him, and his next kiss is much more punishing. There's a soft undertone, but the melody above it is made of growls and grazing teeth. The rhythm of his hips is cautious and slow, but every so often he moves a little harder, a little deeper, once he's sure that Garrett can handle it.

Garrett moans into that harsh kiss, all growls and sharpness, but does his best to try and set the pace- slow. Hard, punishing, but as slow as the cock moving inside him. Every gentle thrust pushes a long sigh from him, warm and needy as he slowly melts in Dodger's arms.

"Mmm, I was thinking about this all day yesterday," he murmurs, recalling his pent-up repeated edging from the day before. "I love it."

It's difficult for Dodger to keep things slow. He's restless, he's young, and he's awake enough now to want to pound Garrett into the bed. But he does like this, the tenderness with a bit of bite that they're creating, accented by soft moans and growls.

"Yeah?" He takes a moment to suck on Garrett's bottom lip. "We'll have to stretch you out better, old man... I want you all ready for me whenever I wanna fuck you."

He accents those last words with a harsh and deep thrust, and an equally harsh kiss.

A hard shudder runs through Garrett at those filthy words, cut off by that sharp thrust that surprises a loud moan from him. He clutches Dodger closer and spreads his legs wider to welcome Dodger in and hold him tight.

Even after that harsh thrust is done, Garrett exhales a soft keen. The thought of being ready for Dodger any time, always prepared to be fucked, his ass always ready for use- the very thought turns his insides to liquid and has his face burning with want.

"Me too," he keens into Dodger's mouth, before tipping his head back and exposing his neck invitingly. "Fuck, that's hot."

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